Sonntag, 3. Januar 2010

What was excitement at first turned to resentment when I saw my salary + 14th month pay. It was a lot less than I expected. Maybe because of the taxes, loans and other deductions that ate up most of my so-called income.

I was able to put the rest of the money to good use -- my kids' tuition downpayment, credit card dues, and monthly rent for the pathetic excuse for an apartment I'm currently residing in. The whole place would be bearable if my landlady is Oprah instead of Cruella de Vil.

A lot more stress came in when the money I'm expecting from my "bitter half" (not a typo error, it's really bitter) is a lot less than the transpo/food allowance I gave him for working two months in that stupid agency. It didn't even make half of the expenses I had to make.

Luckily, I was able to score a sexy pair of red pumps for myself and two pairs of cute capri pants for my angels at the Rustan's mall sale. Nothing like a good retail therapy to uplift a woman's drowning spirit.

Freitag, 1. Januar 2010

My friend Bambi and I went to a videoke bar last night which left me sick with a fever the morning after, but it was all worth it. I had a great time not only because of the venue but because I was with a friend whom I've known for more than 10 years.

Anyway, Bambi sang a song which left a mark in my heart, corny as it sounds. It was a sad song from the play Les Miserables. I haven't seen the play but I loved the song "On My Own"until she introduced me to this one. An equally-tragic piece:

I Dreamed a Dream(Fantine)

There was a time when men were kindWhen their voices were softAnd their words invitingThere was a time when love was blindAnd the world was a songAnd the song was excitingThere was a timeThen it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in time gone byWhen hope was highAnd life worth livingI dreamed that love would never dieI dreamed that God would be forgivingThen I was young and unafraidAnd dreams were made and used and wastedThere was no ransom to be paidNo song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at nightWith their voices soft as thunderAs they tear your hope apartAnd they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my sideHe filled my days with endless wonderHe took my childhood in his strideBut he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he'll come to meThat we will live the years togetherBut there are dreams that cannot beAnd there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would beSo different from this hell I'm livingSo different now from what it seemedNow life has killed the dream I dreamed.